Life and Death

There I am! Finally…! Getting some peaceful hours today! Life sometimes has its own plans for you and you can’t help but be occupied. Today there is this lazy morning I m getting after a long time.. and so as usual I couldn’t help but write. 
Birthday…The day we are born in to this world.. the day when we first open our eyes and look at the world .. our fate is decided that day. The day a life begins.. it’s journey towards the end begins… Anything that has a life is sure to die. A life is born, it survives the atmosphere… It adapts.. it thrives.. it succeeds … It fails… It ages… And finally the destination.. it ends! 

Why is death so feared then? Why we fear to die? Why we fear someone’s death? We all know in back of our mind that it is going to end someday! 
It is the fear of unknown. It’s like thinking that we are being wise without actually being wise. No one knows what death is like. Those who know are not here to describe.  It could be the best thing happening, instead of the biggest evil that we consider it to be.

We only fear loss of life.. loss of what we have and loss of unfulfilled desires and wishes. We fear what we are going to do if the person is lost forever. We fear the absence of life instead of the presence of death. The boundaries which divides life and death are shadowy and vague, we don’t know where what ends and what begins.. We fear death more than pain. In fact , death is the ultimate medicine of all the pains.

 There won’t be any human that wouldn’t be afraid of death. Any living being is afraid of death. The fear is same as a kid fearing going in to the dark. He has heard tales that evil resides in the dark. He is fearing the unknown in the dark. But as soon as he reaches understanding age it vanishes.So is with us, we fear death when we are young. We fear the loss, we fear the unknown. But as soon as we reach nearer the age, we begin to understand that your life was just a part ,a teeny weeny part in this whole universe. You were just playing your part. Noone else could take your place. You would have affected many lives, you would have ended some hopes, rejuvenated some…But, Death was destined. 

So it’s just matter of time that you understand it. Till than this fear can be redirected in to enjoying your life. Unfulfilled desires, wishes, checklists, etc don’t keep them waiting. Never do that! Get your ass moving! Death is not tragic, but what we let die inside of us while alive is tragic. Fulfill your wishes in this one life, affect the hearts of people in this one life time. So that when you do die, you don’t have to get reincarnated again to fullfil them. 🤣😉😆

A day well spent gives a happy sleep, 

A life well spent gives a happy death

The Strange Phone Call – #4

I and Twisha stood there, completely shocked! Did we do the wrong thing helping that girl? Did we just engaged ourselves in some more big unknown strange problem?

He was not moving now. His look was furious still. He locked the door. 

“Why are you doing this to us?” Twisha yelled in anger.

“We just came here to help you and your sister.”
He stood silent. Ignoring us.

“How can he be evil?” I thought. “His eyes are so pure. How can they be so decieving.?” I sighed. I was in denial. 

“I know you are not bad. I can look it in  your eyes.” I said. He looked at me confused and laughed.

“Oh really?! ” He came awkwardly close to me. Held me by my hairs. “You get all that just from my eyes?! Poor thing.” He was looking straight in my eyes with those blue eyes. “Yes!” I said. And there was a devil laugh. ” You know you are stupid right?! ” He tightened the grip on hairs. “Let me show you something then!” He threatened. ” Stop hurting me! ” I yelled with anger at him. “You have no rights and reasons to do that”

“I don’t need them!” He threatened and put a knife on my throat. 

“Stop , leave her! ” Twisha screamed and tried to release me from his clutches. But he was too strong. He pushed Twisha away with one big bang and she was on the floor. 

“Leave me!” I screamed. I fondled behind me for support. I got a vase instead in my hand. Without any delay, I hit him with the Vase on head forceful enough to make him shout in pain. 

His grip over me loosened and I pushed him hard. He stumbled on the floor with pain. 

“Twisha run!” I yelled at her. She was quick. I fumbled to open the lock. I opened it and I and Twisha quickly ran out of the flat. Not looking back once. In seconds we were in the car and on the roads.

We were frightened. From what just happened. We were In a state where we didn’t know what just happened. There was a silence . It was all just like a bad dream. 

Twisha stopped the car. We caught our breath. Looked back to check. If we were followed. We were frightened to the core. 

“What just happened!? What was all that?! I… I don’t know…What now!? ” I broke down in tears. It was the first time probably I was this frightened in the history of my 25 years of existence. Those eyes with anger and that devil laugh were stuck in my head and ears. I closed my ears tightly in vague attempt to stop it. 

“Everything will be OK now.. we are safe! Don’t worry!” Twisha tried to console me inspite of shaking herself. I could feel the fear in her voice . 

We went back to our home. I was just sitting in the porch near my room. Looking at the moon and Gazing at the stars. Repeating everything that happened that day. I was angry at him. I was hurt. I was heart broken. But why?! I just met him, and he had no Shame in proving himself a monster! Then why was I feeling hurt. His eyes. Those blue eyes. Why were they so innocent then. What was hidden behind it?! Or was I really stupid like he said. He was so close. I could feel his breath. But was it wrong to feel. There was a beep on my cell phone. It was Twisha.

You okay?

I texted back.

Yeah , maybe I won’t be able to sleep today.

Don’t worry it will be all forgotten. Don’t say anything to anyone. I can’t let my parents know about it.

Her parents have been very possessive about her. As she is their only child. If they knew about this , they will not let her out of the house
Yeah. I know. I won’t.

I hate him. I had all the anger in me. I was hurt. What’s happening to me. Why can’t I just forget it… Rather him. Tears rolled out. I was feeling a strange kind of loneliness and fear. Like something just left me.

” Anyways enough of that!” I thought and stood up to go in. 

As soon as I stood up, I heard some noice on the road Infront of my home. I could see the road clearly from the porch of my home. There was nothing except those street lights and a tree behind which I couldn’t see anything. I heard something I know. But I couldn’t see anything. Suddenly I saw something moving behind the tree. I tried to look . There was some person standing out there . He tried to look behind from the tree. I couldn’t see him. He was covered completely in black . His face was covered. There was not enough light . I just could see his figure. He was walking back away. I was frightened as hell. I hurriedly went in. 

Was he him, Siddharth ? What was he again doing there.? Was he stalking me now? Am I in danger? 

to be continued